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Tweed & Cords Thursday. . .

 As above. . .


Oppressing the rest of the world today.  Yes.  Really.  The variation of my usual attire was topped off by a chocolate brown fedora, a camel polo coat, lengthy wool university stripe scarf that I've had for 20+ years, and a dark tan leather briefcase given to me by The Grand Duchess three and a half years ago when I reached a certain milestone.  

 Lest you think I am kidding with the first sentence above, it would seem that there are people in the world who themselves neither aspire to, nor want others to dress presentably.  In their words  such clothing evokes "misogyny, racism, and oppression." 

Um, right.

I have encountered similar language and the attitude behind it in a few different places online the last several years.  It's funny, but that line of thought seems awfully close to some kind of broad brush reverse bigotry, discrimination, and profiling.  But we're not supposed to do that, right?  Hmmm.  A sign of the times I suppose.

-- Heinz-Ulrich


So below.  No, not jet fighters on the socks but rather geese or pheasants.  I forget which.

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  1. AnonymousFebruary 20, 2020 at 11:37 AM

    And a nice Episcopal Church tie to boot. Very nice look.

    Charlottesville

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  2. WSTKS-FM WorldwideFebruary 21, 2020 at 3:51 AM

    Thank you! It took years to find this particular necktie, but I enjoy and wear it about twice or three times a month during the school year now. My maternal grandfather had one similar to it that he wore on many Sundays and sometimes beneath a cream, shawl-collared sweater fro Wednesday evening vestry meetings.

    Best Regards,

    H-U

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  3. Old SchoolFebruary 21, 2020 at 4:33 AM

    As a fellow oppressor, I wish you all the best!

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  4. WSTKS-FM WorldwideFebruary 21, 2020 at 8:21 AM

    Thank you! You may have noticed the comment to which I refer then. It boggles the mind how quite a few people somehow make the mental leap from a suit/sports jacket and necktie to full-dress Nazi and Italian fascist regalia of the 1930s and 40 and related ideology. There are no words.

    Best Regards,

    H-U

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